Becoming a god in a low-key way in the supernatural world

"The Demon King possesses a miraculous elixir and nearly became a god a thousand years ago. Now that a thousand years have passed, could it have already become a god?" A series of questions arose in Kotegawa's mind. He looked at Fujiwara-sensei and asked doubtfully, "However, I heard that the Demon King was once the personal guard of the Demon Queen, and I've also seen the evil god murals of the Evil Spirit Society... They don't seem to be the same god, do they?"

Fujiwara-sensei glanced at him.

Kotegawa was taken aback, then realized what he meant, his eyes widening in surprise: "You mean the evil god mural I saw was the Demon King?"

“Yes, for thousands of years, it has always considered itself an evil god,” Fujiwara-sensei said slowly.

Kotegawa understood; the Demon King really was that pockmarked monster.

Fujiwara Kaori, standing next to him, looked at him curiously: "Are you interested in these myths and legends, Kotegawa-kun?"

She had been browsing through the bookshelves at home since she was a child, and she vaguely remembered the story I just told.

“This looks interesting,” Kotegawa replied, then added, “I’m starting.”

He picked up his bowl and began to eat, and the grandfather and grandson also ate their own meals.

By the time we had almost finished dinner, only the afterglow of the setting sun remained on the horizon.

Before taking his leave, Kotegawa asked one last question: "Master, how do we find that demon king?"

Mr. Fujiwara adjusted his glasses, his voice becoming sharper: "How could an old man like me know this!"

Kotegawa left dejectedly.

On the way, his expression gradually returned to calm, then he clenched his fist suddenly and muttered to himself, "Finally found it—"

At that moment, he suddenly noticed someone looking at him. He turned around and met the gaze of a slightly surprised office lady in uniform walking beside him. She tentatively asked, "Um, were you talking to me just now?"

Kotegawa's face gradually flushed. He slowly shook his head, took firm and composed steps, and walked faster and faster...

Before it got completely dark, he arrived at Shirakawa Shrine, greeted Shirakawa Tamae, and went to tutor Kurumi.

Hu Tao was dozing off out of boredom when she saw him arrive, and she perked up a bit, waving her notebook lightly: "You're too late! I've already finished reading!"

Kotegawa walked over, took out a cantaloupe from his bag, and asked, "Want some?"

Hu Tao hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Forget it, brushing my teeth like this is too much trouble. Let's eat it tomorrow."

Kotegawa placed the cantaloupe on the table, took her small hand, and kneaded it between his fingers.

Enjoying the massage from her fingertips, Hu Tao asked curiously, "What did you do at Fujiwara-sensei's house?"

Kotegawa hesitated for a moment, then said, "It's nothing. I just went out for a meal and chatted with him for a while. The teacher wants to expand the Exorcism Club and ask Ichijo Shizuka to be the instructor."

He didn't mention the clue about the elixir, since it was just a lead at the moment. If they didn't find the Demon King, or if the Demon King had already swallowed the elixir, they would only end up disappointed.

I'll tell her when I'm more certain.

He recounted his experiences of the day in a low voice, and Hu Tao listened quietly with a smile in her eyes.

……

Time passed day by day, and before we knew it, it was the weekend, the day of the final eight battles of the exorcism competition.

The rules of this competition were "free-for-all" plus "exorcism," and quite a few people from all walks of life came to watch the excitement.

The competition venue was set up in a place called "Lianmu Mountain", which is a small hill with an area of ​​about 300 acres. There were eight teams selected from the competition, plus an elite team each trained by the Yin-Yang Bureau and the Special Department, for a total of ten teams.

Ten teams enter from different parts of "Lianmu Mountain" to hunt down monsters and ghosts, as well as their opponents' "shoulder badges".

The time limit is one whole day, from 9 a.m. to 9 p.m.

At 9 o'clock sharp, regardless of whether there is a result or not, a signal must be given to leave the competition area.

With his sword pouch on his back, Kotegawa waved to Fujiwara-sensei, who had come with him, and slowly entered the Lianmu Mountain under the curious gazes of some people.

The others were all in small teams, but he was alone, which made him quite eye-catching.

Starting from the quarterfinals, more and more people came to watch the competition. Big shots from the Special Department and the Onmyoji Bureau also began to pay attention. It seems that only from now on, the exorcism competition has become somewhat interesting.

Drones and a hot air balloon were hovering overhead.

Kami Kotekawa, carrying his bag, continued walking slowly forward.

Someone was secretly following him, but he ignored them because they weren't contestants; they were special agents from the Special Affairs Department.

They will not interfere with the competition; they will only broadcast the athletes' situation and send out distress signals if an athlete's life is in danger, in order to save the athlete's life as much as possible.

The theme of the quarterfinals is "100% simulation of the wild environment", where all reasonable dangers are allowed to occur.

Kotegawa could sense the tension in the officer behind him.

When the ten teams met earlier, it seemed that many people considered him their first target.

Everyone likes to pick the easy target, but what can you do when he's all alone?

Kotegawa had nothing to say about this, and made no attempt to hide anything, so he ventured into the Lianmu Mountain without any precautions or purpose.

He'd love for everyone to come to him on their own initiative.

It's a hill, not very big, but that's relative. Besides, the forest is quite dense, and it's tiring to run back and forth on foot.

The weather was nice today, but the sun was scorching, and it was unbearably hot and humid in the woods, with swarms of mosquitoes.

Kotegawa sprayed himself with mosquito repellent and started climbing up the hill.

He needs to find a spot with a good view, preferably one where everyone can see him, so he won't have to run around.

The specialist following behind watched silently, and casually typed "reckless" on his tablet.

A one-man squad, instead of learning to hide and wait for the right moment, acted like they were on a picnic, without any sense of vigilance... Such reckless guys would definitely not survive more than three missions in the Special Division!

Kotegawa, who was walking ahead, suddenly twitched his ears and turned his head to look in another direction. From the depths of the trees there, he could hear faint conversations.

It's a bit far, and running there and back would be a waste of time. After thinking about it, he continued walking towards the top of the mountain.

Never mind, we'll meet again if fate allows.

An hour later, he climbed to the top of the mountain and saw an octagonal pavilion with three people sitting and resting inside.

These three men were very vigilant. When they saw him, they immediately drew their weapons—only melee weapons were allowed in the competition, and guns were not permitted.

Kotegawa strode over.

"Stop!" a girl with a single ponytail shouted. "Leave now! We'll pretend we never saw you! You're all alone..."

Kotegawa nodded, his attitude amiable: "Give me the epaulets, and I'll let you go."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "You ungrateful bastard! Kill him!"

Without hesitation, one of the two boys beside her summoned a shikigami and the other drew his katana, while the girl picked up a long-handled weapon that resembled a scythe.

The two special agents' expressions turned serious. They each activated their personal real-time monitoring devices and prepared to act.

With three against one, the result should be pretty much a foregone conclusion.

Kotegawa also drew his sword.

The three people who didn't rush in were speechless, showing some composure.

This arrogant fellow only brought a wooden sword!

Are they playing a childish game?!

The two agents were also stunned for a moment. One of them pressed the help button without hesitation, ready to come out and stop the fight.

They even brought the wrong weapon; they're no longer qualified to participate!

But as soon as he got up, he suddenly found that he couldn't move at all and couldn't take a step.

On the field, Kotegawa pointed his sword at the ground, his expression calm: "Make your move."

The three of them were silent for a moment, then the girl with a short temper shouted, "Beat him up!"

The boy, gripping the hilt of the short knife with both hands, had a serious expression and was the first to rush over without any hesitation.

The opponent is just a guy with a wooden sword, and there's only one of them, while we have two well-coordinated teammates. How can we possibly lose? What can we possibly use to lose?

An overwhelming advantage!

"Drink!" he shouted, his fine katana leaving a cold shadow in the air.

Kotegawa raised the tip of his sword, and with a "snap," he deflected the katana that was coming at him, as if by lightning.

The boy stumbled and nearly lost his grip on the sword.

His eyes suddenly widened, looking dazed.

Two more gusts of evil wind followed closely behind. Kotegawa raised his eyelids, raised his wooden sword, and struck the girl's ribs. The girl groaned in pain, her attack going completely astray, nearly severing the shikigami's head with her scythe.

Kotegawa drew his wooden sword twice, leaving the three men questioning their existence.

The Onmyoji among the three broke out in a cold sweat, constantly urging his shikigami to attack.

But its shikigami clung tightly to the ground with its two front paws, refusing to move any further.

The boy with the katana snapped out of his daze, gritted his teeth, and drew his knife again. He lowered his body, and the knife seemed to radiate light.

"Three moves of returning the blade!"

His sword was incredibly fast, almost as if it could accelerate, but unfortunately, it encountered Kotegawa.

The tip of the wooden sword struck his wrist with perfect precision the instant he drew his blade.

The boy's hand suddenly went numb, and due to inertia, the katana was flung far away.

There was dead silence all around.

Kotegawa sheathed his sword, stepped over, and, under the wide-eyed gaze of the three, removed their epaulets.

Having their shoulder insignia removed meant their "heads" had been moved, and the three members were "dead," making them potentially the first team to be eliminated.

The girl collapsed to the ground, clutching her ribs where she had been stabbed, her eyes filled with disappointment.

If the other person had been holding a real sword, that blow might have pierced her stomach directly.

The Onmyoji controlling the shikigami didn't react much to having his epaulets taken away. Instead, he was sweating profusely as he circled around his shikigami, which had seemed to have resisted his commands earlier.

The two special agents who witnessed the whole thing were once again dumbfounded.

It wasn't until Kotegawa sat down in the pavilion to rest that one of them came out with a complicated expression, waved to the three eliminated people, and led them away. The other one silently squatted down in the bushes, continuing to keep company with the mosquitoes.

Chapter 158 I'm in a hurry